I'm Sorry

Good Morning : chptr 4

       They awoke to the noise of blaring beeps. Tiffany dismissed her alarm and got out of bed. Conner awoke a few minutes after she got out of the welcoming bed. He just sat for a while, thinking about the roommate, and Tiffany, and Tiffany's lips pressed on his. He remembered where he was as he snapped back into reality by the abrupt sound of water stopping. 

       He looked at the time, as he got up he wondered how he was going to get dressed, being away from his own dorm. "Oh, hey" she said, wrapped in a towel. "Um, hi" Conner stuttered, probably thinking something along the lines of: Was she always this beautiful, or is it just in the morning? Who cares, I just want to kiss her again. But, then again, she was naked under that towel. Naked. Under the towel. "Oh, um, sorry, I should probably, um, go, yeah." He stuttered, unable to stop looking at her almost bare, covered body. "Um, yeah if you want, I mean there's like three hours until the lecture starts." she said, "The clock is off by two hours, it helps me get ready." she explained, and the puzzled look on his face dissipated and spread into a smile.

       "I don't have clothes here" he said calmly without his usual stutter. "I've got clothes, they were my brothers, but he left them here the last time he visited." she said, just wanting to bug him. " I'm fine, you can, um" he pointed to her towel, which was now hanging loosely on her body, "You can get dressed and we can head over to my dorm if you want." she pulled up her towel up higher revealing too much of her short leg. "Definitely!" she smiled, dropping her towel and quickly got dressed.  

       Conner saw more than he wanted to, intentionally, and his face flushed a bright rose color. "Sorry, forgot to warn you I was stripping!" she said in a strangely perky way. "It's fine" he said hesitantly, turning around again he found she was now dressed. "Ready?" she asked. He nodded his head. As they walked out Conner put his arm around Tiffany's shoulder, shielding her from the cold, crisp air that bit at their cheeks.
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       They walked into his dorm. "Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a shower." he said, grabbing his towel he entered the bathroom. She did her makeup in the mirror on his roommate's side of the room. "I didn't know we had company" screeched Ethan, so Ethan was the roommate. "Hello" Tiffany said calmly, wiping the smeared makeup from her face. "Oooh sorry did I mess you up?" Ethan said, biting his tongue. "Not that you genuinely care, but yes, yes you messed me up." she said, sounding faded. The water stopped, and so did her heart. Conner stepped out of the bathroom, with the towel wrapped around his waist and his short hair a mess.

       He looks so sexy, oh no, am I staring? Oh gosh, I am, but I just want to look longer... "Tiff? You okay?" Conner asked smiling. "Sexy" is all she could muster dreamily. "I mean!" she alerted, eyes wide. Conner laughed a small laugh, and with the towel still wrapped around his waist, slipping slowly,  he walked toward her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they kissed, for what seemed like forever. "Get a room!" Ethan shouted. Conner flipped him off and then lowered his hand back to Tiffany, lower than her back, and smacked it and firmly grasped it, she inhaled sharply and pulled him him closer, "Kinky" he whispered, she hit him softly on the chest and he bit her neck, she pulled him closer still, "Showing more kinks I see, I like it." "Maybe I am." she inhaled, words seemed strange to her, she just wanted more of his bare skin. "Um, Conner, if you're done making out with your girlfriend, I'm gonna leave for class." Said Ethan, not wanting to be there in the moment, afraid of what might happen.

       "Yeah...Go ahead...See ya" Conner spoke between kisses. Tiffany was against a wall, pinned by Conner, with Tiffany's legs wrapped around Conner's waist they kissed, no, they madeout, it got hot, really hot. They eventually stopped, breathed, and ate, when it was time to leave, they did. Walking out, hand in hand, they went to the lecture, prepared for Madison, and her comments and jeers. But today they were doing the experiment, 'chemistry in communications'. They walked in, and with Conner's arm on Tiffany's shoulders, Madison gasped. Tiffany was prepared, she kissed Conner's cheek.